~007~
Jack the Ripper was working for me the entire time. There's nothing else to confess. He performed the killings in my name and became the scourge of London to appease my vengeful desires.
But my hand was never dirtied with blood. I refused to touch a single one.
He did it all for me. He was my hands and legs -the sword that ran through them when my own arms were too weak. I can't- ...I need him.
[ooc: There's some truth in there, of course :3]
But my hand was never dirtied with blood. I refused to touch a single one.
He did it all for me. He was my hands and legs -the sword that ran through them when my own arms were too weak. I can't- ...I need him.
[ooc: There's some truth in there, of course :3]